Peter cracks the door, holding it open just enough to see his face, and keeps one hand on the inside knob, resting the other on his side of the doorframe. “I thought you were out getting kindling.” Looking down at Sarah, he grins and huffs, tousling his hair with his free hand, and bites his lips.
Sarah nods, looking at Peter, and arches an eyebrow. “I was.” She tries to peek over his shoulder. “What was going on in there?” She reaches for the knob.
Peter moves in front of it, closing the door behind him, and holds the knob with both hands. “Oh, nothing.” He shrugs, holding the knob tighter. “I was taking a nap, and you startled me. That’s it.” He bites his lips again, scratching between his nose and lip with his thumb.
Sarah tilts her head back, looking Peter in the eyes. “Uh-huh, I’ll
